ONE DIRECTION ONE SHOTS (CLOSED)

Sam and Niall (Im_NiallHoran)

(NIALL'S POV)

I glance at her picture of me and her as I finger the frame. A wet drop falls on the picture and another one.  It was a photo on our first date. She wanted to take a picture so when she held the camera in front our our faces, I kissed her. Just like that.

She was the one.

I knew it. But she had to leave me. Had to go. She died two months ago from a car crash. Why wasn't I there? Why couldn't I have died and not her? Lots of fans would be disappointed, but then she could live her life. I felt like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, ran over and shredded then thrown at my feet. Somehow I was supposed to piece it all together again. To make it whole. But it would never be whole without Sam. I love her with all my heart. I still do even though she's moved on to heaven.

My vision starts to blur and more water droplets fall on the picture. I swipe it off with my shirt sleeve and gently put it on the table, like Sam's life depended on it.....if she was still alive. I haven't turned to  drinking for my problems because she made me promise before she died on the hospital bed. Made me promise I'll find love after her. I told her I wouldn't and couldn't. She begged, being stubborn.

I fall onto my duvet and crash my head into my pillow, my body racking with sobs. I haven't left my room except to go to the funeral with the boys. I smelled gruesome and looked that way too.

A knock sounds through my room and I groan through my sobs.

"Niall? Can I come in?" Liam's voice ask, peaking his head through the door. I lift my head up and grab the pillow my head was on and chuck it at Liam, hoping he gets the message. I hear some shuffling and I sit up, my eyes rid-rimmed and puffy. Liam sits on the end of the bed.

"You need to get fresh air. Shower. Go out and get a haircut. You can't stay cooped up in your room for the rest of your life." Liam says, looking at me with concern and worry. My gaze travels from him to my bedside table where the table was. A black velvet box sat, inside, was a silver diamond ring.

I was going to engage to her, but never got the chance to.

A few tears roll out of my eyes and down my face. I wipe them away with the back of my hands and run my hand through my now long blonde hair. The blonde was fading and the brown was really noticeable. I now looked like a Irish Justin Bieber, his old haircut.

My gaze travels back to Liam and my eyes lock on his, "I sure can try."

He rolls his eyes, "Niall...."

I collapse on the bed and roll over, laying on my stomach and bunch the sheets around me. "Leave me alone, Liam."

"We have! For two months Niall! You need to get out and get cleaned up!' Liam raises his voice. I wince involuntary and grab the pillow that I haven't thrown and squish it on top of my head. There's a moment of silence and I think Liam is gone, so I tilt up one end of the pillow, peeking through. I see Liam still sitting there and immediately squash the pillow back on top of my head, squishing my face in the mattress. I feel a tugging on my pillow as Liam tries to get it off my face.

"Niall, I'm sorry mate." I hear him heave a sigh. "Just please get out. It's not healthy."

He knows that will get me. Sam also made me promise to stay healthy, not self harm, become anorexic, etc. I sigh then groan, annoyed.

"Fine. I'll take a shower and we'll go out, only for a bit though. No clubs. A walk....in the park or something with the lads. We'll play football or something." I finally agree, walking up sluggishly, my joints popping for not using them a lot.

(LIAM'S POV)

Finally, Niall was smelling horrid. At least it was something. Even though it's not huge, it's the biggest ever.

He's recovering, really slowly, yeah.

But he's recovering.

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So Sam, I hope you liked it and it was somewhat what you wanted. :)

Love,

Someblondesaresmart <3 <3